should just turn the car around now and take me home.”
Brayden’s lips twisted as if to smirk, but in the end he just nodded. “You’ve made yourself quite clear.”
He shifted the car into a lower gear as the traffic slowed, but then the right lane began moving more quickly and Brayden jerked the steering wheel, moving into that lane. He shifted gears and hit the gas, and then they were driving fast.
Their car moved through the traffic, easily maneuvering in and out, between the other cars, with Brayden shifting gears, turning the wheel expertly, and then they hit the open road and he dropped into the next gear, letting the engine out.
They picked up even more speed.
Lanie’s heart was racing, but she wasn’t afraid of this. In fact, she sort of was enjoying it. Yes, they were going fast—certainly well above the speed limit—but she could see everything that was happening.
And Brayden was so totally in control of it all, like his body was one with the car, just an extension of it. He moved in concert with what he needed the vehicle to do, coaxing the exact responses from it that he needed.
For some reason, watching Brayden drive was getting her wet.
She’d begun forgetting about the frightening darkness, the blindfold, and instead she was appreciating the sensations of the car, the road, and this sexy man next to her in his gorgeous suit and his glittering Rolex.
They weren’t speaking, whether by design or by mutual agreement.
She didn’t feel the need to even speak.
Finally, they pulled up to the curb near a group of buildings that seemed empty. But there were some other fancy cars parked here and there along the road.
Other than that, the street was remarkably empty. It seemed as though they were in an industrial area that was quiet or closed this time of night.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Brayden turned towards her. “I told you, no questions. If you continue to ignore my directions, then I really will turn the car around and take you home. I’m starting to think maybe that’s what you’d like me to do.”
She shook her head. “No.” She licked her lips. “I’m just a little nervous, Brayden.”
He gave her the ghost of a smile. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
And then he was getting out of the car, walking around and opening her door like a gentleman.
But where were they?
She had no idea.
It was only when she stepped out of the car that Lanie realized she could hear music dimply thumping from nearby. It was difficult to tell where the music was originating from, but obviously this was some sort of exclusive dance club.
She smiled, a little relieved. She could dance, especially if she had a drink or two. She tugged at her skirt, trying to relieve the feeling that she was wearing practically nothing.
Of course, that’s what Brayden had told her to wear.
As little as possible.
The wind blew and she felt goose bumps spring up all over her body.
Brayden’s hand touched her lower back and Lanie shivered yet again from his touch. “Come,” he said. And then he escorted her around the corner, and now there was an open door where the sound filtered out.
Standing in front of the open door, were two large men wearing dark suits and earpieces. They nodded at Brayden in recognition.
“Evening, gentlemen,” Brayden said, quickly handing each of them a folded hundred dollar bill.
“Evening, Sir,” one of them said.
Neither of them acknowledged her presence in the least.
As they walked inside the doorway, they entered a dim hallway. There was a smell, too, she decided. It smelled of old wood, leather, polish.
Like some sort of old library or fancy room that people didn’t often use.
Down the dark hallway, a strobe light pulsed rhythmically, and the music grew louder.
Brayden glanced at her. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sounding a little concerned.
“Okay,” she said. “Better.”
“Good.”
They continued walking.
Seconds later,
Brayden’s lips twisted as if to smirk, but in the end he just nodded. “You’ve made yourself quite clear.”
He shifted the car into a lower gear as the traffic slowed, but then the right lane began moving more quickly and Brayden jerked the steering wheel, moving into that lane. He shifted gears and hit the gas, and then they were driving fast.
Their car moved through the traffic, easily maneuvering in and out, between the other cars, with Brayden shifting gears, turning the wheel expertly, and then they hit the open road and he dropped into the next gear, letting the engine out.
They picked up even more speed.
Lanie’s heart was racing, but she wasn’t afraid of this. In fact, she sort of was enjoying it. Yes, they were going fast—certainly well above the speed limit—but she could see everything that was happening.
And Brayden was so totally in control of it all, like his body was one with the car, just an extension of it. He moved in concert with what he needed the vehicle to do, coaxing the exact responses from it that he needed.
For some reason, watching Brayden drive was getting her wet.
She’d begun forgetting about the frightening darkness, the blindfold, and instead she was appreciating the sensations of the car, the road, and this sexy man next to her in his gorgeous suit and his glittering Rolex.
They weren’t speaking, whether by design or by mutual agreement.
She didn’t feel the need to even speak.
Finally, they pulled up to the curb near a group of buildings that seemed empty. But there were some other fancy cars parked here and there along the road.
Other than that, the street was remarkably empty. It seemed as though they were in an industrial area that was quiet or closed this time of night.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Brayden turned towards her. “I told you, no questions. If you continue to ignore my directions, then I really will turn the car around and take you home. I’m starting to think maybe that’s what you’d like me to do.”
She shook her head. “No.” She licked her lips. “I’m just a little nervous, Brayden.”
He gave her the ghost of a smile. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
And then he was getting out of the car, walking around and opening her door like a gentleman.
But where were they?
She had no idea.
It was only when she stepped out of the car that Lanie realized she could hear music dimply thumping from nearby. It was difficult to tell where the music was originating from, but obviously this was some sort of exclusive dance club.
She smiled, a little relieved. She could dance, especially if she had a drink or two. She tugged at her skirt, trying to relieve the feeling that she was wearing practically nothing.
Of course, that’s what Brayden had told her to wear.
As little as possible.
The wind blew and she felt goose bumps spring up all over her body.
Brayden’s hand touched her lower back and Lanie shivered yet again from his touch. “Come,” he said. And then he escorted her around the corner, and now there was an open door where the sound filtered out.
Standing in front of the open door, were two large men wearing dark suits and earpieces. They nodded at Brayden in recognition.
“Evening, gentlemen,” Brayden said, quickly handing each of them a folded hundred dollar bill.
“Evening, Sir,” one of them said.
Neither of them acknowledged her presence in the least.
As they walked inside the doorway, they entered a dim hallway. There was a smell, too, she decided. It smelled of old wood, leather, polish.
Like some sort of old library or fancy room that people didn’t often use.
Down the dark hallway, a strobe light pulsed rhythmically, and the music grew louder.
Brayden glanced at her. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sounding a little concerned.
“Okay,” she said. “Better.”
“Good.”
They continued walking.
Seconds later,
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